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It was not until the last training camp before the Asian Cup that Wu Feng met Zhang Cheng for the first time after returning to the team. He still remembered Zhang Cheng's proud little eyes and disdainful temper.

And this guy who was one year younger than him actually asked him to challenge him, saying that he was shooting outside the penalty area and goalkeeper one-on-one match. Wu Feng has also watched some anime young people, and when he heard this, he knew that Zhang Cheng was also influenced by that anime.

However, this is also a good opportunity for the goalkeeper to compete with his opponent, so he smiled and said, "This is how boring it is outside the penalty area, and you underestimate me Wu Feng too much. And you will feel that the penalty spot is too advantageous. So, you can shoot at any position in the free throw area. This is fair. Anime is an anime after all, and we should use a more stable method in reality. How about it?"

After hearing Wu Feng's words, Zhang Cheng thought about it and felt it was reasonable. After all, Wu Feng is also famous in Europe, and maybe the shot outside the penalty area is indeed too far. I heard that he had caught the shot from 149 kilometers, so he asked himself that he wanted to play such a ball, but it was not always possible.

So he agreed with Wu Feng's statement and shot in the free throw area. The showdown between the two of them also aroused the interest of other teammates. Zhang Cheng's disdainful attitude had long made these old players unhappy.

If it weren't for the fact that he was chosen by Coach Zhu himself, he would have taught him a lesson. Now that he saw that he was going to challenge Wu Feng, they all rushed over to watch the show. They also wanted to know whether Wu Feng's shield was powerful or Zhang Cheng's spear was stronger.

The two stood in place and looked at each other for a few seconds, and the whole atmosphere condensed. Then Wu Feng squatted halfway, his whole body was ready, and carefully observed Zhang Cheng's movements bit by bit. Zhang Cheng was also in front of the goal 15 meters away, taking a few steps back, and then kicked the football hard while running.

Bang! In the quiet stadium, there was a crisp sound.

The muffled sound of the football and the insteps in the open training ground also made other teammates startled, "So fast?"

"This kid has held back before?" Li Leilei couldn't help but look pale. At this time, He Power's shot, he could not keep up even if he reacted at such a distance.

"So quickly, can A Feng stop it?"

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With this muffled sound, the football flew towards the goal like a shell that rushed out of the cannon chamber with an unyielding momentum. After kicking this ball, Zhang Cheng was also proud. This was almost his best shot, with perfect strength, angle and degree. It depends on how Wu Feng took it.

"I must save the ball! This ball is no less difficult than Sofian. Good boy, he has his own skills!"

This was the only thought in Wu Feng's mind, and he also felt a strong interest. With this idea, he quickly rubbed his small steps, then rushed to the side, clasped his fists and hit the flying football.

No matter how fast the football is, it is not a problem for his eyesight. Moreover, after he opened up 6oo acupoints, it became about twice as fast as before.

The football whizzed past at an extremely fast speed, crossing the penalty spot, and then crossing the small penalty area line. As it was about to drill into the goal, a pair of fists appeared on the football flight trajectory.

Bang!

With a dull sound, Wu Feng went out to sea with a move and hit the football beautifully.

"What? How is it possible?"

"What! How is it possible!"

This was the reaction between teammates and Zhang Cheng at the same time. Zheng Zhi and others were ecstatic and cheered. Finally, someone was able to save Zhang Cheng's shot, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Zhu Guanglu attracted the showdown between Wu Feng and Zhang Cheng and came to the passage outside the court to look at the two goals on the side.

"Do you want to stop them? There shouldn't be such a meaningless battle in the team?" the assistant whispered.

Zhu Guanglu waved his hand and said, "No, young people don't have any blood and sexiness. It is normal for some angrily fight! Moreover, since Xiaocheng joined the team, he has always been very proud and looked down on his teammates. If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he will never know how big the world is. My old friend has great expectations for him."

Several people stared at Wu Feng and the other two, from Zhang Cheng playing football to Wu Feng saving the two balls, it basically took less than a second. The whole process was not too passionate or too exciting. One shot or another pounce ended just like that.

"Okay! You shoot beautifully, and you pounce more beautifully!" Zhu Guanglu was very pleased with Wu Feng and his two performances.

"I didn't expect that his strength was so strong, but it was even more interesting!" Zhang Cheng looked at Wu Feng, feeling a little surprised, but he also felt that this was the right thing to do, and his fighting spirit became more and more excited.

But in the next duel, Wu Feng's performance became increasingly in shape. After saving Zhang Cheng's tenth shot, he saved five more consecutively.

"What? How did he do this? He could catch the shot with such a strong force and so fast! It was only about 15 meters!" Li Leilei was shocked, and Zheng Zhi and other teammates on the side all had the same expression as him. He felt incredible. He could catch it in less than a second.

After kicking fifteen shots in a row, Zhang Cheng was also a little panting, but more mental pressure made him feel tired.

"He is really so strong? Damn it. After 12 years of training from my teacher, the teacher said that I am the one with the best talent and strongest among Chinese players at present. But why can't I hit his goal? I'm unwilling to give up." Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of reluctance and stared at Wu Feng.

"Why, you gave up like this? If you are like you, it would be better if you don't play in this Asian Cup. Otherwise, you should change your career as soon as possible!" Wu Feng was a little overestimated to Zhang Cheng, but when he saw that he had only kicked fifteen shots, he became a little unconfident and began to doubt himself. He felt anger in his heart and couldn't help but curse.

Of course, these words made Zheng Zhi and others blush. These words were also the same as them, and they couldn't help but lower their heads together.

It was also from this moment that Wu Feng began to gain some of his own reputation in the Chinese team, which made Zhang Cheng completely convinced. After that, when he saw Wu Feng, he kept calling him Brother Feng. Of course, he was just convinced Wu Feng.

Wu Feng also told Zhang Cheng that although his shooting is very powerful and fast, he lacks some rotation and changes. He is too straightforward. Over time, it will be easy for goalkeepers like Wu Feng to judge the flight trajectory, and it is not too difficult to save.

During the next training period, Wu Feng often guided Zhang Cheng and told Zhang Cheng about the characteristics of those excellent strikers he encountered in the German Second Division, which benefited Zhang Cheng a lot. He also felt that the world was really big and there was a broader stage waiting for him.
Chapter completed!